FM-V2-12

Chapter 12 Fallen Mother Volume Two: Continuation 

The lace panties were black, a classic triangle cut, with intricate knitted patterns along the edges, looping together and covering Mom’s snowy, glistening buttocks, creating a striking visual impact. 

This impact was hard to put into words. 

Under bright lights, the contrast would be extreme. 

But in the dim candlelight, it appeared hazy, half-hidden, making you want to look closer, stirring the imagination. 

That kind of temptation was the hardest to resist. 

Mom’s round, full, snowy hips were lifted high, her upper body bent forward. Even with her nightgown in the way, it was easy to see the perfectly rounded curve from hips to waist to shoulders. 

And right now, atop those high, peach-shaped hips, was Old Jiao’s thick, dark rod, trying to force its way in. 

Old Jiao’s left hand gripped Mom’s left buttock, fingers digging into the plump flesh, while his right thumb pressed his hot, hard rod against the black lace panties, rubbing. 

Old Jiao thrust his hips forward, then slowly pulled back. 

He was clearly shorter than Mom, so standing behind her, he had to stand on tiptoe, his pelvis pressed against her pale, snowy hips. 

Slap, slap, slap… 

The sound of Old Jiao’s hips colliding with Mom’s high, snowy butt echoed through the room. 

He was especially forceful even though his rod was just rubbing and thrusting on the outside, it was hard as iron, getting even harder. 

In the dark room, Old Jiao, this old man, kept slamming into Mom’s raised hips, again and again. 

Gradually, his other hand grew restless, slowly pulling aside the black lace panties. 

With the barrier gone, his hot, hard rod pressed directly against Mom’s snowy skin no more separation. 

Soon, Old Jiao paused, breathing heavily, sweating profusely. 

He gasped loudly, trying to recover his strength. 

In front of him, Mom bent deeper, her waist and hips forming a striking curve. Her waterfall-like black hair fell down, hiding her face. 

Suddenly, Mom let out a soft moan, turned her head with a hint of anger, and said, “What… what are you doing?” 

“I… I… I want to put it in,” Old Jiao stammered. 

“Then just…” 

Mom seemed to realize that wasn’t the right thing to say, stopped, hesitated, then said, “Then do it why are you stalling?” 

At my computer, I was completely stunned. I never thought Mom would allow Old Jiao. 

I was dumbfounded. 

Couldn’t believe it. 

On the screen, Old Jiao, now permitted, was visibly delighted but still cautious. “But girl, you’re not wet inside. If I go in like this, I’m afraid I’ll hurt you…” 

Mom teased, “Now you care about me?” 

Whether Old Jiao heard the teasing or not, he just grinned, a little smug. “Of course! Girl, you’re so delicate if I hurt you, I couldn’t live with myself. So I thought I’d use my fingers first, and sure enough, now you’re wet.” 

“You… you rascal!” Mom said. 

But her words sounded more seductive than angry, making things even more exciting. 

Old Jiao chuckled. “You’re ready now, girl can I go in?” 

Mom said, “Stop stalling, just do it otherwise…” 

Old Jiao quickly agreed, “Okay, okay, girl, here I come…” 

He wasn’t about to miss his chance, but standing on tiptoe was tiring, so he said, “Girl, lower your hips a bit I’m getting tired standing like this.” 

Tonight, Mom was unusually compliant, agreeing to everything he asked. 

The next moment, she lowered her body, bracing her elbows on the bed, her long, round legs bending as if to kneel. 

That position looked tiring. 

What surprised me most was that, just as Old Jiao was about to move, she actually knelt on the bed. 

It was an unimaginably beautiful scene. 

Ice-queen Mom knelt on the bed, her snowy hips high and proud, her delicate, white feet resting on the edge. 

From Old Jiao’s view, it was a sight no man could refuse. 

Those round, snowy cheeks were peach-shaped, the curve from hips to slim waist perfect and alluring. 

Old Jiao’s eyes glinted like a starving wolf seeing food. He swallowed, unable to restrain himself, and lunged forward. 

“I can’t hold back, I can’t…” he said, voice trembling. As he spoke, he pulled down Mom’s lace panties, letting them hang around her round thighs. 

He grabbed one plump cheek with one hand, his other hand holding his thick rod, aiming for Mom’s now-wet entrance. 

But he was too rough and missed at first, making Mom gasp, “Slow down… uh… ah!” 

Just as she spoke, Old Jiao found the right spot and thrust his hot, hard rod inside. 

That thrust made Mom cry out again, with a hint of pain. 

Old Jiao’s rod was so thick that only half went in at first. 

The thick shaft pushed apart Mom’s delicate lips, and because it was so big, those lips clamped down tightly. 

The tightness was obvious on Old Jiao’s face he was ecstatic. 

He gripped her cheeks with both hands and began thrusting without hesitation. 

At first, he moved slowly, savoring the feeling, not wanting to finish too quickly. 

Maybe it was because Mom was so tight that he was afraid he’d finish too soon. 

Either way, his thick, hot rod was now buried deep in Mom’s mysterious depths. 

As he slowly pushed in and out, he went deeper each time, his pace gradually speeding up. 

‘Puchi’, ‘puchi’, ‘puchi’  

Soft, wet sounds came from where they joined. 

Old Jiao’s thick rod was buried inside Mom’s beautiful, delicate flower, which was supposed to be tight, but was now stretched wide by him. 

“Oh, oh…” Old Jiao’s face was full of pleasure, his hips pumping as he enjoyed the ultimate sensation. 

Mom knelt on the bed, head down, her full, snowy hips high in the air, the cheeks so white and plump, her slightly pink entrance pulsing and swelling. 

Old Jiao’s dark, thick rod was wrapped in her delicate petals, stirring the depths, the head rubbing her soft walls, making him feel like he could fly. 

He never imagined he’d ever get the chance to bury his thick rod in such a stunning woman’s honeyed depths it was beyond his wildest dreams.